Online Romance Pretend I'm Michelle Lamanet
I was stuck inside on the night it snowed in the middle
of August yeah, it piled up in the road and I was
staring out the window. I walked out and closed the
screen door behind me as I left the scene. I was off in
search of headlights. It was after midnight when under
the stars and not too far, I stood in the middle of
Powell Boulevard and hoped they'd run me over, wished
they'd run me over with all their cars. I dropped the
wait for winter's ending, and when it arrived it had
shown up too late. By then my only friend had left
through the garden gate. Some think so much of belated
fashion, but straggling summer just finds me irate. I
own one scuffed pair of sneakers while the girl's got
skates. I was searching for coins in the flashlight
beam. They'd pay for my European dreams yeah, they'd
fund my operation, the one where I amputate my heart
and bronze it in the name of art. I had a sense of
humor, but that muscle's like a tumor ever since she
called, phoning in to retire. Man, I felt like phoning
in dead on my side of the wire. I spoke what I was
thinking, but hope was quickly sinking like a cement
tire on a truck that's crashed into the lake. I'd felt
like begging, 'Oh, can't you wait a little longer
before you hang up, though i've nothing to say? Not a
single word unspoken is left today. It's not as if
you're lacking topics, so can't you just pretend I'm
Michelle Lamanet and we're talking as if skies weren't
so gray?' Soon I found myself outside her house. Not a
creature was stirring, not even a mouse, and the
windows were all shuttered. Up in her room I saw a
silhouette. My heartbeat doubled, tripled castanets
were crashing in my ears, and all that I could hear was
an old melody: 'Oh, your toes and oh, your nose. When
you arrive, the night it glows. Your eyes they are
flourescents, your eyes they are flourescence upon the
snow.'
